With Jagoda Marinić you can shout your song into floods of stars … or up to the dirty ceiling of your room … and she’ll make it feel good all the same.
With a slight motion or a single word she lets you sense the thin skin of ideas, ideals or new mornings.
The pitch-black night however is but a hunting lodge to her eyes. She knows about hunting. She knows about getting caught.
She writes novels, Short-Stories, Essays, Non-Fiction-Books.

She is: a beauty, of course.
A rebel, of course.
A scheme in silver.
A blade of meaning.
Tenderness.
A humming sound. A shadow sliding over you.
An inflamed paper boat, send out on the water, for all good wishes.